Being able to make this sycophantic teacher apologize.
Bai Zhi’er lifted her delicate little face and said softly, "It’s okay, just don’t look down on others in the future!"
Ma Fuzi pasted all the artworks onto the wall.
To prove he had no favoritism.
Fang Wushen finally smiled upon seeing this.
He looked at Bai Zhi’er and said heartily, "Little Jing, in the future, with my sister and me watching over, no one will bully you!"
Just as he finished speaking, a rather stern voice came from the doorway—
"Classroom is a place for students to learn from each other. How did it become more savage than an arena according to Second Young Master Fang?"
"This is an academy, not a battlefield. Who would bully others here?"
Ma Fuzi immediately straightened up and respectfully cupped his hands towards the figure entering through the door, "Greetings, Master."
The students in the classroom, following the rule of respecting their teachers, stood up noisily to greet him.
Only the Fang Brothers and Bai Zhi’er did not stand up.
The siblings didn’t like the Master.
Bai Zhi’er simply didn’t understand due to her young age.
She blinked her grape-like, pearl-like eyes, gazing at everyone with a confused look.
The Master, approaching his thirties, bore a scruffy beard, a lean frame, and a deliberately stern face.
Behind him was Gao Qianqian, who had just run off.
Now, following her father inside, Gao Qianqian had a somewhat smug expression.
She glanced at Bai Zhi’er and cast a challenging look at the little girl.
Just wait and see how my dad deals with you!
The Master looked at Ma Fuzi and asked, "What painting technique was taught today?"
"Replying to the Master, I was teaching the students to paint tigers, and they have finished. Here is the work, please take a look."
The Master glanced over casually and pointed at the piece painted by Bai Zhi’er, asking, "Such a lively and vivid artwork, whose is it?"
This Yellow Class actually has such a genius?
Ma Fuzi hesitated and said, "It was done by Second Young Master Fang and Miss Jing together."
The Master immediately squinted, scrutinizing Bai Zhi’er.
Gao Qianqian secretly tugged at her father’s sleeve from behind.
Hinting, it’s that person!
The Master stroked his beard with a smile and walked towards Bai Zhi’er.
"You’re the little girl who came with the Princely Heir. How old are you this year?" He deliberately put on a friendly smile.
But Bai Zhi’er felt somewhat uncomfortable.
This person’s malevolence seems heavier than his daughter’s!
He’s probably unlucky.
Better keep a distance!
Bai Zhi’er took two small steps backward and softly replied, "Three and a half."
Seeing this, Fang Wushen thought she was scared and protectively shielded her behind him.
"Master, though Little Jing is young, she is exceptionally talented."
"This cloud-riding tiger was almost entirely completed by her. I only helped with drawing its eyes."
The Master was somewhat surprised, "Oh? That impressive?"
Though he praised verbally, his small eyes exuded disbelief and a cold snort.
At such a young age, she probably can’t even hold a brush steadily.
It’s likely Fang Wushen concocted this lie to cover for her!
The Master asked with a cheerful smile, "Little girl, who taught you to paint?"
Bai Zhi’er clutched onto Fang Wushen’s sleeve with one small hand.
Her big eyes sparkled with a lively glow, "My dad and mom taught me."
"Oh~" The Master, knowing her father was a guest, curiously asked, "Your mother must be quite a talented woman, with such superb painting skills. She must be well-known in the Capital?"